The three light entertainments that opened on Broadway last week, all pre-war creations, don't quite strike the right note for the confusing and frightening time we're in. The problem isn't that they're not topical; even a livelier and less contrived theater than plodding old Broadway might be forgiven for not keeping up with the money-grubbing monomaniacs (or Republicans, as they are sometimes called) who've dragged us into this lethal quagmire. Even the sense of crisis the war has stirred up isn't the problem, precisely. Edgy as we all are, we stay calm; New Yorkers are great at staying calm in a crisis. Granted, the carnage on the news, the bag searches at the entrance to every public building (theaters included), and the troopers in combat fatigues holding M-16s who crop up at the entrance to every subway station are all signs of a different world than the one we lived in last month—signs that all artists will have to assimilate and deal with in due course—but no one expects a piece of theater to explain these signs, much less resolve our miserably mixed feelings about them, the... More >>>